Moody Nights: Fucking Through Tears

The night is long, the music sad, and the desire burning within Young Gael is intense. His fingers dance over the strings of his guitar, but his mind wanders, his grip tightening around the instrument's neck. With a sudden, violent movement, he puts the guitar aside, his breath ragged, his heart pounding. He strips off his clothes, standing naked in the dim light, his cock throbbing with need. He strokes himself roughly, his movements jerky, his eyes closed, his mind consumed by the thought of release, of fucking away the pain and the sadness, of finding solace in the heat of his own body.

• fodendo
• triste
• noite-longa

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